[ the breath that spills from her lips is sharper now, more focused; the stretch is tangible, a fleeting moment of awareness that quickly blends into something warmer, more pleasurable, as his hands rock and twist in that wet heat. it's a sensation that she's not sure how to categorize, what to file it under, something she's never done to herself before but now something she knows she'll want to (or want him to do, either way) in the future.
it's a sensation that makes her keenly aware of what it's not as well, a touch that makes her ache for what's to come, each thrust of his hand a teasing warm-up to something she's never thought about with quite so much anticipation. as those thoughts begin to filter through her mind, rey finds it's much harder not to push him for more, to not rush this and lose the novelty of it all. ]
You're — oh — you're really good at that...
[ which should be obvious to anyone with half a clue, and thus extremely obvious to finn, who knows her in many cases better than she knows herself, who's connected to her in a way that no one else in this place can ever hope to share, a bond that weaves through them even now, her pleasure mingling with his in a way that goes beyond simple speech or touch. ]
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it's a sensation that makes her keenly aware of what it's not as well, a touch that makes her ache for what's to come, each thrust of his hand a teasing warm-up to something she's never thought about with quite so much anticipation. as those thoughts begin to filter through her mind, rey finds it's much harder not to push him for more, to not rush this and lose the novelty of it all. ]
You're — oh — you're really good at that...
[ which should be obvious to anyone with half a clue, and thus extremely obvious to finn, who knows her in many cases better than she knows herself, who's connected to her in a way that no one else in this place can ever hope to share, a bond that weaves through them even now, her pleasure mingling with his in a way that goes beyond simple speech or touch. ]